Jamie gets the stage to himself on “Hit It Like This.” More liquor-driven club hijinx over a snare drum “A Milli”-repetitive refrain. Everybody is a freak but the operative question is, “Whose freak?” Jamie don’t need porno’s he’ll get off watching you perform. “Freak” is awash in digital Euro funk with Rico Love on the ad libs. scores high on the unintentional comedy scale with his closing speech in light of his present conditions. The big horns and low bottoms create big thump. and Justin Timberlake features focus on big paper and big fame and both perform solidly, outshining the host. You’ve heard “Winner” countless times if you watch ESPN. Thankfully, Vacheron Ross comes to the rescue adding a crutch to this lame ass song. Jamie puts it down in the bedroom and tricks his dough with more computer aided, weak-lyric crooning. Biggie fans will chafe at yet another Rick Ross point of connectivity with “Living Better Now” which blends a “Beamer Benz or Bentley” rip-off beat with a B.I.G. That comic presence starts off poorly in “This Will Be (Intro)” a voice-assisted interpolation of Natalie Cole’s classic “This Will Be,” exchanging sentimentality for sophomoric silliness that carries over to lead single “Best Night of My Life,” made worse by an uninspired Wiz Khalifa verse. His latest release, Best Night of My Life is another voyage in excess, Patron branding and chick chasing that leaves you wondering whether you’re listening to Jamie Foxx or Jamie King. It’s almost as if he’s doing an impression of a singer. It’s hard to take Jamie Foxx seriously as a singer, despite his previous pop hits because he doesn’t have his own sound.
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